Came here with my kid sister for some ice cream and found so much more. I had to Google the place to make sure my eyes were deceiving me. If you look at the pics, the not-so-secret entrance is behind the random collection of empty ice cream pints.

That door swings open, but only when the cashier — who is almost always stylishly clad in all black lets you in.

The ice-cream tastes great, and they’ve got free hugs. I’ve never been in the club but I hear there’s a strict dress code. I’ve seen people in jeans get turned away.

I don’t find too many things in my hometown that interest me. But this one stuck out to me.

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—TBG